“Nah, mate. Go for it.” Carefully, she hands the little one over. “Gotta share the love, eh? Sometimes animals are just about the only thing good in the world, seems like. They don’t plot or scheme, like people do. Well.” A little tilt of her head. “Maybe octopuses.”

Sneaky little bastards, but her tone is fond. All hail the cephalopodes.

“If he is, we’re in for a time. I don’t have any vegemite to spread behind my ears.”